A Broken Dry Sky

I would like to be on vacation right now.
Where?
Anywhere,
any how,
as long as it rained,
and rained [lightly]
every single minute of
every single day
and
I would smile
the whole while,
the whole way,
and
bask in the chill
of the feel
of the tingle spray.
I clutch my icy water bottle
from the night stand
in my warm dark fanned room,
tilt
and drown my dry brown sorrows,
knowing there is no scheduled hope
for several tomorrows.



Ear-Lier To-Day:

I made a delivery today for my wife's business because the customer had told my wife that "she didn't have a way to get to our shop". The house was on "Mary" street which was right next to "Turner" street, which was interesting to me because those are the names of one of my relatives from a long time ago.

BUT I was not very amused when I discovered there were 8 (EIGHT) vehicles surrounding HER house, after wasting at least a gallon of MY diesel for the trip. AND the purchase had sat at our shop for two months after repeated calls had been made to the customer to pick up her order. Grrrr ....

My Cousin Asked: Hmmm, coincidence?

My Response: Yes, coin side dents.